oh my....

There’s a fire blazing, spewing it’s warm glow into the main room of the house. Candles are lit and flickering, casting their light-shards onto the walls.

Outside, a soft rain-mist enjoins the darkness to an eerie wind. A wind that taunts and disturbs the window panes with unwary branches, rattling and scratching. This night is All-Hallows'-Eve "night of the dead", and I, for one …….

Shhh …. Listen.

Did you hear that?

Is that the sound of......

 cackling?

No, must just be the house. Settling. This is, after all, a very old house with creepy attics and a dark narrow stairwell. It creeks and moans all the time, so why should this night be any different? So, as I was saying, all-hallows’-eve is a prequel to all saints day… …. wait ….. what is that sound?

Shush a minute ……

murmurings?

Swooshing sounds?

A dog is howling somewhere in the distance,
and a cold shiver runs down my spine.
I strain to hear.

The light from the candles shudder.

The fire crackles, and ……

did I just see a shadow float through the ether?

There it is again.

Outside in the night’s lament …………….. things.

Things

walking, running, flying.

In the rain;

through the dark;

with the wind?

Shhhh ….

ghouls and goblins and witches ……….

oh my.

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